The fact that the referees were now between her and her prey did not hinder Lea. Not even in the slightest. She'd extend the non-carrying bottle hand outwards, fully intending to perhaps wring their neck, before finding them parting before her as if she was a prophet. Evidently, beating Jessica Wright via essentially KO in your debut match earned you a little bit of space. Emptying the bottle atop those purple locks, Lea wouldn't even give the girl a moment to look upon her, before she went back to work.

Sliding herself next to Jessica as she lay still at the side of the ring, Lea would lean forward, hooking her arms around Jessica as one would when looking for a gutwrench suplex. Only, she didn't intend to slam the beauty. She suspected however, that Jessica simply wished she would.

Instead, she'd pull the Violent Violet partly under her own arms, as if carrying some heavy luggage. When the weight was somewhat comfortable under that thick bicep, Lea would slowly but surely release her furthest arm, so that she truly appeared dominant in her carrying of the beauty. But simply looking strong was not her intention; rather, the newly free left hand of hers was now a newly free'd hand to play with. And it soon began playing.

Jessica was still delirious. That was the only explanation for it. All of this stuff which were happening to her now were just figments of her imagination. The blonde beauty was looming over her now, and Jessica made out a crazed, smiling face through her bleary, narrowed eyes. It felt like some fever dream, some nightmare she had not experienced in thousands of nights of dreaming.

Slowly, she felt herself getting moved. Her whole torso was firmly in Lea's hands, and she was now in control of no part of her body. Jessica's arms and legs hung limply down, and Jessica considered the harsh concrete floor below her. The blood on her head had dried now, but Jessica was sure she was about to encounter it again. After all, she had earned little love from the refs and the security guards around here.

So she closed her eyes, and waited for this inevitable second doom. Only, it didn't come. Something far more damaging to her pride happened, which was to say, her tight, firm ass got spanked. She moaned softly, and wished that she had gotten slammed to the floor again. A hundred times, she had done this to other women, and now justice was finally happening to her. Eventually, Jessica's rear turned bright red, nearly as red as her face would have turned had she the presence of mind to feel anything other than pain.

Lea couldn't see Jessica's face, but god, she wanted to. She'd imagine the agony, the frustration, the pain.

The embarrassment.

Lea knew she couldn't keep such a dominating lift up for long. She was strong, but god she was tired. Fighting Jessica Wright would drag the energy right out of anyone, let alone claiming victory over her. She'd stop for a moment, before adjusting her grip after Jessica slid down it some. From there, she'd continue her merry beat all the longer, all the whilst now noticeably carrying the violet haired beauty towards something.

The nearby announcers table.

Carting her powerful foe on top of it, Lea would finally let go, if only to regain some strength and feeling in her singular arm after the initial case of pins and needles. Such time was not spent ideally resting; it too was time put towards demoralising Jessica Wright, in a further effort to leave a mental mark on the beauty along with the physical one.

Namely, it was Lea's opposite hand now sliding its way up Jessica's bare figure, stroking her hip, sides then back, before finding its place to her shoulder. From there, she would give a slow, almost sensual rub, perhaps in some twisted way resembled a massage. Not that she imagined Jessica appreciated it. Even less with that sadistic mug looking right into her eyes, tongue extended as Lea licked her lips.

Jessica's long limbs scraped the concrete floor of the arena. She desperately hoped that the crazed blonde woman had lost her steam, and this long nightmare had come to an end. That was not destined to be. Her cherry red ass was becoming an even brighter color of red now, and she was on the move very much against her will. Those boots of her were one of the few pieces of clothing that were left to her, and now the touched the ground as Jessica was moved to some new, unholy destination.

The announcer's table. Just the announcer's table. It was fairly innocuous, and meant that the pain was ending. It also meant that the whole arena had another fantastic vantage point to gawk at her naked, bruised, and humiliated body. Lea did not place her there to just let her rest, and proceeded to let her hand all over her body. Jessica felt violated,as Lea pawed at her like a lecherous drunk in a bar.

Jessica was finally mustering the strength to start doing something about her awful situation. She tried to reach her hand up to swat away Lea's but the movement was a slow one, and all she could manage was a weak rub against it. Jessica tried to shimmy away from the woman, and inched her way further from the obviously insane Lea. The table was only so big, and she could only move so fast, though...

Whilst there was a great inherent danger about one being placed upon the announcers table, Lea's intentions originally were simply place the violet atop a pedestal of sorts; both to offer a greater view to the audience of just what she was doing to the naked beauty, and to allow simple ease of reach given Lea didn't have to bend down to grope the figure.

When Jessica came alive though, thoughts of actually using the table for a more brutal purpose came to Lea's mind; her expression at Jessica's weak pawing of her mitts somewhat wide eyed, and shocked. Not shock that Jessica still had life in her. Shock that she hadn't learnt a lesson Lea had somewhat been attempting to teach.

Not to refuse Lea. And certainly not to touch her back.

Grabbing ahold of that short purple bob as Jessica attempted the worlds slowest escape, Lea would force her foes head close to her own, as she gazed deeply into those eyes that were now a few inches at best away from her. Changing her grip to Jessica's chin, she'd slowly attempt to yank the woman off the table, back to her feet besides Lea.

Jessica knew that there was going to be some sort of reprisal. She had been through too much this evening not to recognize that simple fact. Naked, and on the announcer's table, she was moving. Perhaps it was defiance motivating her, or simple self-preservation. There surely was some dignity in never giving up, just as she knew that whatever Lea was planning was certainly going to be incredibly painful.

Whatever it was, it was coming on awfully fast. Lea grabbed her and picked her up off of the table. She made her look Lea straight in the eye. In terms of all of the indignities piled upon her, this was probably the least impressive one. Still, Jessica's glassy eyes took attention away from her ragged breath.

And then when she was tucked away and up off of the table, there could be no resistance. Jessica had to lean against her opponent to remain standing. The sight was not a pretty one.

Inadvertently giving the Violet something of a mercy with a relatively quick finish, Lea chose not to gaze upon her defeated prey a moment longer. After having a match to do so, and all the fun that followed, Lea felt it was high time to put an underline as it were on her debut in AFW, on a figure many still couldn't believe had fallen in such a manner. Unsurprisingly, Lea had not given the figure the respect someone of Jessica's power anywhere throughout the match. And she did not get away with such through skill, either. Jessica was simply, and rightfully, unprepared for the blonde force of Lea. Had she been, the match would have not gone such a way. That was fact.

Ducking her head underneath the armpit of her foe, giving one final press of cheek upon giant, bare breast, Lea hooked her arms under the naked rear of her foe. Hoisting her up, Lea again did not seek to extend the hold any longer than need-be; as she quickly fell forward with every ounce of force she could muster, seeking to end her day as it were with one last monumental spine-buster style fall!

Lea's strong hands groped her once more. That was the only way she could describe it. She did not want it, and it was not going to win Lea this match. No, that had already been done. The blonde woman, that psycho, was grabbing her and lifting her up into the air, exposing her naked body once more through the crowd. After that, it was straight down. Her head, her already terribly woozy head, hit the table, and then concrete floor of the arena at full force.

For the second time tonight, Jessica slipped into unconsciousness. Her body ragdolled, her arms and limbs going all over the place. The splinters of the table lay all over her, a reminder of the great and terrible force that Lea could bring to bear.

The table as much a mess as her naked foe now bending the middle of it, Lea couldn't resist at finally taunting in her kill. Raising her arms, much to the chagrin of the crowd, Lea let loose a animalistic roar as she swivelled on her feet, keen to let the crowd see every inch of their now fully defined victim. Even the fact her assets were still on show didn't bother Lea.

Jessica was still totally out. Had she known the deep personal shame she should have felt, she would have ripped the table in half herself. But as it was, there was absolutely nothing she could do about anything. Perhaps the night was always like that.